start slow

You decide to fuck with your ex-girlfriend a bit first before you let her know she's all yours to do with as you please.

She works as the manager of a swanky cosmetics store in an upscale shopping center. She's always meticulously dressed with perfect hair and makeup. You used to joke that if her apartment was on fire, she'd have to fix her hair and find the perfect outfit before fleeing.

You stake yourself out at the entrance to the store where she works. You make sure you're invisible. With your power, it's easy.

You see her pull into the parking lot in her new cherry red Mini Cooper. You watch her check herself in the mirror. You smile and watch her license plate change to say "NO1SLUT," and every ounce of motor oil is gone from the car, and the warning light for that is not working.

She gets out of her car. She's wearing a tight gray skirt that comes to her knees, a matching gray blazer, black hose, gray high heels, a dark red blouse, with the top three buttons open to show a tease of cleavage.

Her blonde hair is perfectly coiffed and held on the back of her head with several bobby pins. She wore soft red lipstick and a hint of reddish eye shadow and a dusting of pink blush.

You use your power to alter her makeup. She's now wearing copious amounts of garish blue-green eyes shadow, far too much mascara and eyeliner, purple lipstick, and a lot more blush, though she doesn't know it. Another thought from you, and there's now a run up the front of her hose from ankle to thigh, she had toilet paper stuck to her shoe, spinach in her teeth, and dandruff all over the shoulders and back of her blazer.

She has no idea how she looks as she struts confidently to work.